Chapter 24: SILENT BLADE
The battle raged on.
Yarik swung his axes with explosive force, the twin blades howling through the air. Sparks flew as one collided with Morgan’s sword, the other slammed into the stone floor, carving a deep gouge.
But Morgan didn’t flinch.
His movements were fluid, deliberate—like a shadow gliding between strikes. No wasted energy. No unnecessary flair. Just cold, silent precision. It didn’t look like he was fighting. It looked like he was dancing—with the sword as an extension of his body.
"Damn," Darius muttered from the balcony, arms crossed. "That guy doesn’t even blink."
"Yeah. He fights like a machine. If you face him in the next rounds, you’d better be careful," Mirena said, narrowing her eyes.
"Yes, you can’t be careless with him. Lady Mirena is absolutely right," Kael added from beside her.
Though Mirena hadn’t bothered to watch earlier matches, now she couldn’t look away.
"He’s fast," Rovan said, leaning on the railing. "But Yarik’s got power. One solid hit and it’s over."
Logan didn’t speak. His eyes never left the stage. Nor did Zephyr’s. Both watched in silence, absorbing every motion. Rowan sat nearby, brow furrowed. Even he couldn’t predict the outcome.
All the participants and their families were seated in a half-moon-shaped balcony on the second floor. Their comments could be heard clearly unless whispered.